The road to growing old together
closed on 9/26/25
when he died at 69.
I thought there would be more time:
more meals together
more goodnight kisses
more smiles when our eyes met
more late-night laughing
more watching sports together
more sitting in the same room together
just being together.
So now I am taking a detour,
learning a new route
with new experiences along the way
praying these roads eventually lead me
back to the love of my life.
Rita DiCarne 
I can feel every word of your poem. The detour is not the road you wanted to be on. As you wrote, there will be new experiences as you continue on. There are things that will bring you some comfort. And still purpose in your life. May you feel that in this Easter season.
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Thank you, Diane. I am trying to remain hopeful.
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